Moe accords

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Back in Brooklyn when I was ten
   D
As if to prove that we were men
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My friends and I would trash each other's families
        G
We were morons, I know that now
  D
I let them call my mom a cow
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Like somehow that measured my virility

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But one day they threw a curve
                  A
They struck a raw nerve
              A7              D
And found the shameful secret I had kept
      G              D
But I took it like a man
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I stood my stand
           D
And then I wept

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'Cause when your father looks like Moe
              D
You know, the guy from the three stooges
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Life can be so cruel
                          G
At school I was a sitting duck
                 D
Behind my back I heard 'nyuk, nyuk'
                   A
And if that wasn't bad enough
    A7                  D
Sometimes they'd bop my nose
                           G
To look at me you might believe
               D
More likely my father looked like Curly
    A
But no
A7             D
He looked like Moe

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           G
I asked my father straight-out one day
D
Why he chose to look that way
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His shiny jet-black hair cut like an eskimo
               G
And though I'd hoped his reply might be
     D
Some father-son philosophy
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All he said to me was 'who the heck is Moe'

        G                 D
I said 'Dad, it's me they tease;
                A
I'm begging you please
          A7                  D
Could you wear your hair more normally?'
      G                  D
As we stood there eye to eye
       A
Guy to guy
       A7    D
And he said "Coitainly"

                                G
'Cause when your father looks like Moe
              D
You know, the guy from the three stooges
A        A7    D
Life can be so cruel
                          G
But he marched off to the barber chair
                      D
And kept his word, he cut his hair
                         A
And you would think that then and there
A7               D
I'd have been content
                               G
But damned if that was not the year
                     D
They signed up a replacement in the lineup
          A
And so it went
   A7                 D
My father looked like Shemp

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